Sunday, November 8, 2009

Night's Whale Tale: Buzz Wails

For three solid nightsthe whales wailhigh pitchmaking me feelthe body electricis all in my head

Ouch turn me offit is too highI'd much ratherhave a beer buzzin the key of gthan a grinding key of Ato infinity

Stop the madnessStop the buzzListen to the wail of the whalesunderseas creatures allcry trying to lamentearth changeslike grating cement on steelor very largeblack boardsand very long nailsscrapped acrossmy mind reel to reelmake it go awaythis torture has to stop

It is Sunday the sound has relentedmaybe it just yet another ear infectioncaused by the same rt ear inflamingValsalva wont pop my ear for monthsIs it just thatI am more in tune with the high pitch soundsthan most, or is it an early indicator lightof perceived breacha reason to surfaceafter being so lowfor so long

Today is brighter than the gloom of a long month of blue cold wet SundaysSunny Sunday today may meansomeone took my burden awaythe nauteous ringing bingingworse than Boris Karlof's dangChinese GongI'd rather have thatIt would be in the Key of GIsn't that the Ohm Channel?

So it isnt really mebounding out of bedwith time clocks wrapby ravages of timeor being or wanting raving(hey if this happens, I'm game)but now...why nowIs this the sound the earth makesbefore the big grateof buckling shelvesheaping on top forcing upto the surfacea brand new mountainbirthing pains?

The machine when in the off positionmay not be all the way offmaybe it is that 60 cycle humHmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?that keeps going on way pastsixty secondssixty minutessixty hourssixty dayssixty yearssixty milleniaFor how long this buzzHow long is eternity?That's how long it seems!

Maybe then, when the earth calmswhen birth is realized in this waypeace will return to the earthand the buzz in our brainsthat lights our nightskeeping them on all nightwill our melatonin goes whackand we become whackfrom the interruption of circadian rhyhmsand sugar plums dancing in our headsCrash boomWhat's going on down there?Blast furnaces to hell?You have to actually make hell?Wasnt here already?Maybe not.

I can work with this hummmmbum brain buzzI like buzzesmakes me feel like a beea queen beebuzzzzzzzzzzi got the buzzya seenow i knowyou really want methat buzz lasted that longfrom the 70's?What the?

So buzz lightlyyou're my main mancontroller of all things buzzyin my brain full of residual high pitch bendsfeels like I am coming down off a benderround the bendvisit the benddo the bendwe always didin our cruiser Friday abd Saturday nightsand Sundays in the convertiblewe were a happenin' sight

Buzz I can stand yaI know what you representChange is a coming for mewhether I like it or notlots of hot talk(what did I do this time; did I do that?)Well anything is likely if that energy ispreciselythe needed sound to make my earth moveand turnrevolving on its' axisgyroscopic she beeon sea legs like a drunkshe trips over her big body partsand passes out"The peace that passeth all understanding"The buzz that buzzeth all understanding"seems too much silence and too much buzzingare in competition for the Beauty Queen Award"Which goes to...Buzzbe Berkley and the Serene Queen of Soul"I'll just think of the buzz as extendedjazz ensemble that goes on and on far too long

Did you miss me that muchyou had to sendmessages by buzz rather than by regular postI am impressed~!You really must love me to torture me in this waygrating or piling or labellingare you stacking those sandstonelayersso we wont all go toppling down(How's that for earth Geoconstruction)It is possible now, but oh...about myears...?the buzzing, the ringing off the phonethe constant high pitch caterwhalethe screetch of silent owlsso high their screambut I get a first classseat at the concert onlyDr. Suess characters and mecan hearwhat is it?what does it meanwhen will it stopmaybe I just needantibiotic?

When it stops I'll let you knowand then we will party in silencelike the volume turned offhow can that be so bad whenI've been lit up like a Singing Christmas Treein the Key of A for so long I forgot tomake turkeyor save some for Christmasbecause who knows?This may not be going awayanytime soon!

Doctor!!!!!Send in the WhalesThey'll know what to dowhen the sounds of crunchingrest on sensitive earswhy must I hearsounds that arent here?